Amazing Kids! Magazine

Mysterious House

By Karla Arredondo, age 11, California

 

It was a cold autumn afternoon when I walked by a mysterious house in my neighborhood with my friends Crystal and Mariana. The creepy house had no drapes on its dusty windows, and cobwebs decorated most of the porch and roof.

“Ah!” someone shouted as loud as a tiger’s roar.

“What was that?” I asked in a scared voice.

“It’s probably just the wind,” Crystal answered.

“I don’t think so.”

As we walked closer to the house, a teenager shoved us inside through the open front door! “Watch out, Crystal and Mariana!” I shouted. “Rats!”

“Yuck!” they both exclaimed.

“Girls, can’t you take a joke? Ha-ha!” the teenager said.

We saw some stairs that led us to the attic. “See anything that you guys like?” I asked my friends.

“Creepy and weird things. No, thanks,” they said.

“Fine, then just look for a window,” I said.

“For what?” they asked.

“Just do it,” I responded.

We searched for a window in the attic. I didn’t tell Crystal and Mariana that we needed the window to jump out because I knew that they would freak out.

“Found one,” Crystal said.

“Good! Now all we have to do is jump out.”

“Are you marbles?” Mariana exclaimed.

“You want to get out of here, don’t you?”

“Yeah, but do you want to kill yourself?” Crystal asked me.

When I looked down at the floor, I saw a bitten cabbage. I gave Mariana and Crystal a very strange look.

“Are you hungry?” I asked.

“No! Why would we be?” they both shouted.

“Did you bite this cabbage when I wasn’t looking?” I asked.

“It was a rat,” Mariana cried like the girl who cried wolf. I also saw some muddy paw prints on the floor. They looked like cat prints. We heard scratches on the side of a box as big as a computer screen. We also heard purring.

We had two choices: We could go see what made that noise in the box, or we could jump out the window (which was my brilliant idea, by the way). Crystal and Mariana went to see what made that purring sound. “Purr,” we heard again.

“Ah!” shouted a kid next door named Alejandro.

“What is he screaming about?” I asked myself.

When my friends got closer, they were almost scratched in the face by claws as sharp as a knife. “Let’s jump out the window, and I’ll take you to my house,” I said.

I took them to my house, so they could clean up. Luckily, my house stood right around the corner. We went back to the mysterious house the next day. There stood Alejandro in front of the house.

“What are you doing here?” I asked.

“I’m waiting for my kitten to get out of that house,” he responded.

“You have a kitten?” we asked.

“Yes. He ran into that creepy house yesterday.”

“I think I can get you your kitten back,” I exclaimed. I asked Alejandro if he had some cabbage. He did, so I went into the spooky attic and brought back Alejandro’s kitten.

“The kitten’s name is Scratcher because he likes to scratch people a lot,” he said.

“Yeah, I can tell that he likes to scratch a lot,” Mariana responded.

From that day on, I always walk by the mysterious, creepy house to Alejandro’s house. There, I love to play with his kitten, Scratcher.